Wes has done a couple of baby-book-worthy things lately. Except, you know, I don’t keep a baby book. I keep a BLARG. And while I fear that some of these things will have to be deleted when he gets old enough to surf the archives, that doesn’t mean we can’t all laugh at them in the meantime, AM I RIGHT?
Wes was pretending to have a sword fight in the kitchen the other day. He’s totally obsessed with Power Ranger: Samurai lately, so we do a lot of sword-fighting. I was just passing through when I heard him yell, “I’m fighting the bad guy’s nipples!”
(This was one of those moments that the “double-take” was invented for.)
We teach proper names of all body parts around here, so he knows that word, but I can’t FOR THE LIFE of me figure out what that bad guy’s nipples could have done to warrant such animosity? I didn’t bother asking. I didn’t really want to know.
Yesterday Wes was running around with his camera taking pictures of everyone. Donnie was still asleep and Wes wanted to take his picture. I thought it would be funny for him to wake up having Wes taking his picture so I told him to go right ahead. Except, it turns out Donnie had woken up and was in the shower. He heard Wes knocking on the door of the bathroom and told him to come in. Wes came in and proceeded to take pictures of his Daddy. SHOWERING. Donnie convinced Wes to leave the camera behind in the bathroom and he immediately got out of the shower and deleted the evidence. So, which do you think is worse…waking up to having your picture taken OR…having your child photograph you showering?
What do you think…should I commemorate these things in a cute scrapbook?